FBI Agent Henricksen: I, uh... I shot the sheriff.
Dean Winchester: But Du didn't shoot the deputy.
FBI Agent Henricksen: Five Minuten Vor I was fine, and then...
Dean Winchester: Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat?
Sam Winchester: Du were possessed.
FBI Agent Henricksen: Possessed, like... possessed?
Sam Winchester: That's what it feels like. Now Du know.
Dean Winchester: I owe Du the biggest I-told-you-so ever.
Ruby: [after being told that they Lost the Colt] I'm sorry, I must have blood in my ear. I thought I just heard Du say that Du were stupid enough to let the fohlen, colt get grabbed out of your thick, clumsy, idiotic hands.
Dean Winchester: This is pretty wild, right? I mean it's like they're coming straight for us. They've never done that before. Like we've got a contract on us. Du think it's 'cause we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause we're so awesome.
FBI Agent Henricksen: I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seein' Du two in chains?
Dean Winchester: Du kinky son of a bitch. We don't swing, schaukel that way.
FBI Agent Henricksen: Du know what I'm trying to decide?
Dean Winchester: I don't know, what, whether Cialis will help Du with your little condition?
Dean Winchester: I'm not going to let the demon kill some sweet innocent girl, that hasn't even been laid yet.
FBI Agent Henricksen: I better call in. Hell of a story I won't be telling.
Sam Winchester: So what are Du gonna tell 'em?
FBI Agent Henricksen: The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the Weiter five minutes.
Dean Winchester: Good luck with that. Not to pressure Du oder anything, but... what are Du planning to do about us?
FBI Agent Henricksen: I'm gonna kill you.
He smiles.
FBI Agent Henricksen: Sam and Dean Winchester were in the chopper when it caught on fire. Nothing's left. Can't even identify 'em with dental records. Rest in peace, guys.
Dean Winchester: Nobody kills any virgins!
Dean Winchester: But Du didn't shoot the deputy.
FBI Agent Henricksen: Five Minuten Vor I was fine, and then...
Dean Winchester: Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat?
Sam Winchester: Du were possessed.
FBI Agent Henricksen: Possessed, like... possessed?
Sam Winchester: That's what it feels like. Now Du know.
Dean Winchester: I owe Du the biggest I-told-you-so ever.
Ruby: [after being told that they Lost the Colt] I'm sorry, I must have blood in my ear. I thought I just heard Du say that Du were stupid enough to let the fohlen, colt get grabbed out of your thick, clumsy, idiotic hands.
Dean Winchester: This is pretty wild, right? I mean it's like they're coming straight for us. They've never done that before. Like we've got a contract on us. Du think it's 'cause we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause we're so awesome.
FBI Agent Henricksen: I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seein' Du two in chains?
Dean Winchester: Du kinky son of a bitch. We don't swing, schaukel that way.
FBI Agent Henricksen: Du know what I'm trying to decide?
Dean Winchester: I don't know, what, whether Cialis will help Du with your little condition?
Dean Winchester: I'm not going to let the demon kill some sweet innocent girl, that hasn't even been laid yet.
FBI Agent Henricksen: I better call in. Hell of a story I won't be telling.
Sam Winchester: So what are Du gonna tell 'em?
FBI Agent Henricksen: The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the Weiter five minutes.
Dean Winchester: Good luck with that. Not to pressure Du oder anything, but... what are Du planning to do about us?
FBI Agent Henricksen: I'm gonna kill you.
He smiles.
FBI Agent Henricksen: Sam and Dean Winchester were in the chopper when it caught on fire. Nothing's left. Can't even identify 'em with dental records. Rest in peace, guys.
Dean Winchester: Nobody kills any virgins!
Sheriff: Listen, Du and your brother...
Dean Winchester: Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town.
Dean Winchester: Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean falls on oben, nach oben of Sam as they sneak through a half open window
Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet!
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? Du be quiet!
Dean Winchester: So Du believe her.
Sam Winchester: I do.
Dean Winchester: Yea, I think she's hot too.
Dean Winchester: Dude, Du fugly!
Dean Winchester: Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town.
Dean Winchester: Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean falls on oben, nach oben of Sam as they sneak through a half open window
Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet!
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? Du be quiet!
Dean Winchester: So Du believe her.
Sam Winchester: I do.
Dean Winchester: Yea, I think she's hot too.
Dean Winchester: Dude, Du fugly!